It doesn't matter, they told me on my first day, what you look like, or even what you can do or where you come from.
They said it’s about what’s inside. That’s what’s important.
And I believe that. I really do. I may still doubt myself – that’s normal, they said, and will pass – and I may still suspect that some doink born with a ten-million-dollar silver spoon in his mouth probably - being honest - has an easier time of it, but I believe that what’s inside is what really matters.
At night, when I’m falling asleep, I can feel it moving.